“Art has a special way of connecting dots from lost to found.”

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

I marvel at the idea of how you would carry me through the world.

I would be nothing if not for the woman in my life for their quiet yet deafening resilient influence.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

I don’t want to live my life in the back seat, I want my hair in the wind full blazing towards the horizon.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

maybe all we need is some good music, good company, and bad dancing to remind us what it is to be alive

When I told you how much love, I should have recognized the red flag when you turned to me and asked do you think so much to a fault? Because there is no such thing, You just love then love some more.

Hear the universe sing with every shooting star, blooming petal, and pines in the wind- Love will find you.

and in the chaos of life, there is you

It pains me to know that too much fire has been burned between us because you were my spark.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

I see sunshine within him and it only makes me want to run into his love even more,

and my worries all of a sudden seemed to float above me a gentle yet certain release that I am someone who is easy to love

And like flowers under the sun’s yellow rays, you will bloom again.

All she built had fallen apart it’s OK she believed destruction was art.

The art of reading and studying consists of remembering the essentials and forgetting what is not essential.

Art is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.

If only were my skin like art shining against the mould, if only my body were a canvas brave if only.

Religion is the masterpiece of the art of animal training, for it trains people as to how they shall think.

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

Science may be described as the art of systematic oversimplification.

To be an artist is to look at a tragedy and innately see the beauty in it.